Page 63 of Crossing Arizona

Blinking down at him, I flounder like a fish, unsure how to respond. We’ve done a lot of docking over the last few months, experimented with hands and fingers, but never that. I didn’t even think it was something he was interested in.

What kind of alternate reality did I suddenly drop into where my best friend—who I thought was straight—is currently on his knees, asking to suck me off?

Matty seems to grow concerned in my silence, his brows pinching together as he moves to stand. “If you don’t want to, it’s okay—”

“No.” My hands land on his shoulders, pushing him back down as a rush of blood begins to head south. “I do. I want it, but...only if you do.”

“Duh.” He reaches for my belt buckle. “I want to taste every part of you.”

The breath leaves my lungs as I watch him, half in a daze. His hands are cold when he pulls out my dick, but I barely have time to register before his mouth envelops me in soft heat.

“Jesus, fuck, Matty,” I grunt, grabbing onto his hair because holy shit. The man didn’t even work up to it. He just choked me down like an Oscar Meyer hotdog.

He gags himself, swallowing around my length, the feeling unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A moan leaves his throat, vibrating my shaft, and I swear my eyes almost cross at how fucking good it feels.

“This isn’t as weird as I thought it’d be,” he chuckles, poking his tongue underneath my foreskin. “Kinda like licking the cream from a Twinkie.”

“Did you just...compare my cock to a Twinkie?” God, it feels unreal, the way his tongue swirls around my crown, lapping at my slit.

“Mmm, give me your cream. I want my prize.”

He takes me to the back of his throat, choking again, and I can’t hold back even if I tried.

Grabbing onto his head, I hold him still as I fill his mouth full of cum, shuddering when he swallows. It’s so intense that spots fill my vision, an actual whimper clawing out of me from the way he drinks me down.

“Fuuuck.”

Once I’m completely drained, I slump against the wall, suddenly dizzy and out of breath. Matty licks at my tip to catch any extra drops before standing with a grin on his lips.

“You know, I never knew making dudes come would be so easy. Val took forever to finish. My tongue would get sore.”

“Gross, man,” I glare at him, still coming down from the high he just gave me. “I do not want to think about Valerie’s vagina.”

Gag.

Grabbing my jaw, he kisses me slowly, grinding his stiff cock against my softening one. “I like going down on you. The sounds you make are incredible.”

“Yeah?” Tasting myself on his tongue has me wanting to return the favor, and I reach for the button on his jeans eagerly. “Let me hear what sounds you make.”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

Going in for one last kiss, I’m seconds away from kneeling when the backdoor bursts open, banging against the wall.

Matty jumps away from me just as Huckslee runs out, puking his guts all over the ground. I spin around and put my dick away, hurriedly buckling my belt, before glancing at my best friend to find him white as a ghost. His wide blue eyes find mine, pupils dilated, and my stomach drops when I realize he’s nearly stricken with fear.

Fear of being caught with me.

My expression hardens, the euphoria from moments ago fading in the blink of an eye, and Matty’s face falls when he realizes my reaction.

“Wait, Xed, I just—”

“Make sure Huckslee’s okay,” I hiss, suddenly not in the mood to talk to him. Or anyone, for that matter.

Without giving him another glance, I spin around and head back into the bar, feeling rejected.

I know it shouldn’t matter whether everyone knows, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping someone would find us out. Hoping that I could someday hold his hand in public without him being afraid.

Seems my best friend feels the exact opposite.